first lessonnnnnthis is my first lesson in dyingnnhow we are no longer even friendsnnand now you're just one of the manynnthat i may never see againnnnnbut you may as well have beennnin the towers that came crashing downnnfolded in upon themselvesnnand went way down undergroundnnnnbut maybe you were in the harbornnwhen the planes flew overheadnnin the market square where the holy man decided you were deadnnthey never found you in the squarennor at the bottom of the seannthey never found you in manhattannnso there's some place you might bennnnand this is the next lesson in dyingnnsometimes the dead just don't stay deadnnyou came along when my brain was concrete, freshly poured and now i have the imprintnnof every word you saidnnbut now you're one of many casualtiesnnand there's no list of namesnnyou vanished somewhere in the crowdnnand it all went up in flamesnnnnbut maybe you were in the harbornnwhen the planes flew overheadnnin the market square where the holy man decided you were deadnnthey never found you in the squarennor at the bottom of the seannthey never found you in manhattannnso there's some place you might bennnnand you're dead to me and i'm dead to younnat your requestnni wonder if this is what they meannnwhen they say it's for the bestnnnncause we were all inside the towersnnwhen they came crashing downnnin the market square where the holy man blew up the whole damn townnnbut you were nowhere near the squarennor at the bottom of the seannyou were nowhere near manhattannnso there's some place you might, you might be...nnwhere could you be??